Moody Meow

It’s a kid’s movie, but it looks pretty badass. Anything with witches and familiars and I am in.

We’ve noticed chalk writing creeping down the familiar streets of our neighborhood, and then the writing came to our door. (I took pictures, but I will upload them later).

And by the way, if you have certain jobs, you could be more prone to depression. I should tell my brother about this. Maybe he’ll get out of the service industry.

This is soooo damn cute. I’m easily amused.

I finishes all of my critiques. Some of them were good, and some of them were painful to read. I am amazed at how muddled a story can become when people are rushed. Admittedly, I suffer the same fate when I push things to the end. So, I am writing ahead of time now, trying to get the best draft possible now, and not at the last minute.

For all you Florida people, today is the most amazing fall day in Portland. It’s clear and cool and beautiful. The sun is out. A sweet wind kisses the air, and I can smell the savory scent of burning wood from fireplaces throughout the neighborhood. My pictures can’t do today justice. I won’t even try.

That’s all from the west coast. Perhaps tomorrow I will be more inspired to write, but I’m waiting for D to get home so we can finish watching the Heroes dvds (I’m a junkie) before starting on the new season. I’m such a nerd-burger